The Dreamer

The DreamerDear Reader

Part I: The Voice of an Angel

After watching a lot of crime dramas I guess you could say that my dreams always had a hint of mystery to them. In this case when I fell asleep I heard her voice. I didn’t know who she was, but I did know that I wanted to find out. Every night I hoped for more but the first few night were all the same. Then on the fourth night, everything changed…

Part II: Dreamer’s Vice

At first I was confused, every time she spoke my dream changed. I heard her crying high on a cliff face for a brief few moments before I woke up sweating. This was the closest thing to a nightmare I have had in many years. A few weeks later however, things would get better.

Part III: Return to the Dream

I hadn’t had the dream about the love of my life in a few weeks and I was starting to get discouraged. Not only by the fact that I wasn’t experiencing those dreams, but by the fact that I wasn’t dreaming at all. My dreams were nothing but darkness.

This led to a period of insomnia during the last week, and by the end of it I was hearing her voice whispering to me from behind me on the sidewalk. Of course, she wasn’t really there.

After day 7 of insomnia I was finally able to get some sleep, and by some sleep I mean I slept for 22 hours.

I was back with her again, or her voice anyway; she was telling me that I couldn’t sleep because she wasn’t there. She was out looking for me. I was skeptical at first, but looking back at it, I know this to be true…or at least I thought I did…

Part IV: Illusions of the Moon

After only two days of the same dream. I was back in an old familiar place; or rather a lot of old familiar places. Remember that “nightmare” I had ? Well, I was back there again; but everything was…different.

Everything had…changed.

Part V: Beneath the Cherry Tree

It took almost a month of the same dream before this one took over. In the real world I had quit my job, sold my car, and never left my house. I spent my days searching through online databases and talking to dream analysts in a desperate attempt to find her.
Everyone kept telling me that she wasn’t real; that I was schizophrenic, or that it was a fluke that she appeared to me on so many occasions. I know they were wrong though. They couldn’t have been right. She spoke to me on the city streets; mind you it was a whisper, but she spoke.

My sister kept sending doctors by the house but they couldn’t find anything wrong with me. I know why they couldn’t find anything wrong with me.


Part VI: Face of an Angel

Then I saw her face. She was the definition of beauty. The definition of elegance and  grace and serenity. I didn’t yet know her name, she had not spoken it.

They said I had gone insane. I had barred all of my doors, my windows were boarded and I spent most of my time in bed. I just wanted to be with her again.

When I saw her face for the first time I wasn’t able to get to her. There was an invisible wall holding me back. I was starting to think even my own thoughts were betraying me, but how could they be? They’re my thoughts.



Part VII: The End of a Dream

It had been three months since I saw her. I hadn’t had the dream since. I actually started dreaming about cartoons again. Life had pretty well returned to normal. I was released from the psych ward as they said that I was fine.

But they were wrong.

She was all I thought about every waking moment of every waking day. But that’s okay; I would be with her again soon enough…

Part VIII: Echoes

And so, here we are. This is the dream; you and I are the dreamers. Welcome.

The Dreamer


Thanks for reading everyone! Please let me know what you think of this story and if you think I should do more stuff like this.

Again, the PDF is available for download by clicking this link: The Dreamer

Downloading this file lets me get a feel for how many people would want a physical copy of some of my work, and thus help me determine if I should put together a little bit of an anthology of some of my better works.

Again, thanks for reading!

Alex Hicks

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